In that instant, Chen Bin imdiately understood—this had to be another one of Lan Hui’s sches.
He forcibly suppressed the anger surging within him and headed toward the broadcasting hall.
Truth be told, if he had known earlier that the provincial leaders were coming, he would’ve been ntally prepared in advance.
But Lan Hui intentionally withheld the information, choosing to reveal it right before recording, clearly aiming to increase pressure.
And now, stirring unrest among the team—she was obviously hoping to see him make a fool of himself.
Upon arriving at the broadcasting hall, Chen Bin gathered everyone except Wen Wan.
Holding a microphone, he said, "You’ve probably heard the news—provincial leaders will be visiting tonight. I’ll confirm it for you now—it’s true."
As soon as he finished speaking, the room exploded in chatter, sounding more chaotic than a marketplace.
But Chen Bin continued speaking, undeterred.
"Listen to ! Provincial leaders are just ordinary people; there’s nothing to be afraid of. Our main task right now is to deliver a great performance. We’ve prepared for so long—does anyone want to ss up at this critical mont?"
"No!"
The crowd answered in unison.
"Good! Each of you was handpicked by , and I trust that you’re all capable of rising to the occasion. Tell , am I right?"
"Yes!"
"This is Yanxi Province’s first Spring Festival gala in history. If we succeed, everyone here will be rembered—let’s make history together, shall we?"
"Yes!"
"By the way, many businesses sponsored ads for this gala. After deducting various costs, there’s so money left over. When the recording is done, we’ll throw a celebratory banquet and spend it all—sound good?"
Hearing this, everyone instantly looked thrilled.
They quickly responded, "Sounds good!"
"Alright, then let’s get to work!"
After stabilizing morale, Chen Bin finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The more Lan Hui tried to undermine him, the more determined he was to execute the gala flawlessly.
Ideally, he could piss off that old hag to the point of no return!
By 2 p.m., the audience began officially filing in.
Apart from the seats reserved for the advertising companies, the other attendees were selected from those who contributed ideas for the gala.
Before the audience entered, Chen Bin specifically instructed the staff:
For the safety of the provincial leaders, the first two rows should not seat ordinary audience mbers.
In less than half an hour, all spectators had taken their seats.
Soon after, staff inford Chen Bin that the provincial leaders had arrived.
Since he was too busy to greet them personally, he told the staff to seat the leaders in the front two rows.
If any station executives showed up, they should be seated in the far corners on either side.
Despite how Lan Hui usually struts around the station like she owns the place, even she couldn’t hobnob with so many provincial leaders at once.
Just as she was plotting how to use this opportunity to cozy up to the leaders...
She discovered she had been assigned a seat in the second row, near the entrance.
Fuming, she imdiately confronted the staff, threatening, "Do you want to keep your job here or not?"
The staff simply explained that this was all arranged by Chen Bin.
Hearing this, Lan Hui instantly blew up.
Still, she didn’t dare cause a scene in front of the provincial leaders, so she begrudgingly swallowed her anger and stored up her grudge.
As ti ticked by, the countdown gradually appeared on the stage screens.
At 3 p.m. sharp, the gala recording officially began.
As the opening music played, Chen Bin felt his heart leap to his throat.
After such a long preparation period, the mont had finally co to deliver results—nothing could go wrong now.
It wasn’t until Wen Wan perford the final program...
And the four hosts declared the gala over...
That Chen Bin’s tears brimd uncontrollably.
From being thrown into this responsibility without warning to successfully wrapping it all up, he had endured far too many hardships.
Especially since there were deliberate obstacles thrown in his way—the bitterness burned deep.
But now, from being a complete outsider to flawlessly organizing a grand gala, the overwhelming sense of accomplishnt brought him to tears.
At that mont, a staff mber ran over to the control desk and whispered, "The provincial leaders would like to et with all the gala staff."
Nodding, Chen Bin headed toward the stage.
After the audience cleared out, he instructed all the staff to line up together.
Lan Hui initially tried to muscle her way into the center of the lineup, but to her dismay, she failed.
Left with no choice, she took a spot at the far corner instead.
Provincial leaders, led by Zeng Pengchao, began shaking hands with each perforr.
When Zeng Pengchao reached Chen Bin, he smiled and nodded warmly.
"Well done—the gala was excellent."
Next ca a procession of other leaders.
After shaking hands with everyone in the front row, Zeng Pengchao picked up a microphone from the nearby table.
"First, allow to thank everyone on behalf of the Provincial Committee and the provincial governnt. Your collaboration brought us this exceptional gala. Second, I’d like to especially comnd Comrade Chen Bin."
Turning to Chen Bin, Zeng Pengchao nodded and said,
"Comrade Chen Bin ca to the provincial television station from another role and had no prior experience organizing a gala. Achieving such success is truly remarkable. I hope you keep up the good work and continue contributing to Yanxi Province."
The audience burst into thunderous applause.
Chen Bin imdiately bowed deeply to Zeng Pengchao to express his gratitude.
His thanks were heartfelt.
If not for Zeng Pengchao’s support, the credit for hosting the gala would likely have been stolen by Lan Hui.
After all the provincial leaders departed, Chen Bin grabbed the microphone again.
"Everyone perford wonderfully today. As I ntioned before the gala recording, we’ll hold a celebration banquet. I’ll arrange a hotel now—you can rest for a bit, and I’ll notify you once the banquet is finalized."
While the staff busied themselves with removing makeup, the singers and actors invited from the Imperial Capital decided to leave that night.
They expressed hope that, if given the chance, they could collaborate with Chen Bin again in the future.
Chen Bin didn’t insist on keeping them, exchanging pleasantries instead.
When passing by Wen Wan’s dressing room, Chen Bin hesitated for a mont before walking in.
"Are you leaving soon?"
Lu Jiali replied, "Yes, we have a flight to catch."
"Looks like I wasn’t destined to connect with Miss Wen Wan. Despite all these days, we didn’t even exchange a word."
Wen Wan continued playing on her phone silently, ignoring him.
Chen Bin could only continue with a sarcastic smile, "Through this collaboration, I’ve gained a new perspective on Miss Wen Wan. Although we’ll never work together again, I still want to thank you for your wonderful performance..."
Before he could finish, Lu Jiali cut him off abruptly.
"Why are you rambling? Just hurry up and arrange transportation to the airport!"
"Apologies, but all our vehicles are currently being used for others. We’re just one short—you’ll have to make do on your own!"
With that, Chen Bin turned and left without looking back.
In his eyes, Wen Wan’s supposed charm and grace didn’t match her reality—she was overrated.
A star like her wouldn’t have a long career ahead!
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